I'm in the Band - Down with the Sickness VERSION TWO
Not a songfic, Tripp gets sick while his mom is away on business and it's up to the guys to take care of him. The back story of Tripp's necklace appears, SHORT ONESHOT. NO YAOI. Sorry if it's bad!
Fallenqueen2: I LOVE TRIPP, he is just so hot and amazing and I still can't believe they cancelled the show :( but that doesn't mean we have to stop making video's and fan fictions: D
Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own 'I'm in the Band' if I did I would be in it, being Tripp's girlfriend OR making Trizzy real :) The rights go to Disney/XD
Ugh, my chest feels like it is on fire, actually with the guys living in my house anything is possible, so I pried my eyes open just to make sure I wasn't ACTUALLY on fire, thankfully I wasn't, but my chest was still burning, my head hurt and I couldn't seem to breath though my nose properly. I slowly sat up, but the room swayed so I fell back onto my pillow groaning, I was sick and mom was away on her business trip again. I curled up on my side, wrapping my blanket around my body as Goosebumps popped up all over my skin. I coughed and that caused my throat and my chest to burn, I glanced up at the mirror on my wall, I looked paler than any vampire, sparkling or otherwise. Curse Izzy for making me read 'Twilight', that reminds me I need to pay her back later. I then remembered with a groan that I had 2 unit tests today that I had to go in for. So I kicked off my warm, fuzzy blankets and slowly got out of bed, with slow moments I got dressed and washed in the bathroom, popping a few cold FX pills to help me get though the day. I shuffled to the loud kitchen were the guys were making breakfast or a mess if you want. I grabbed some OJ and slid into my seat; I drank some, but had to stop since the critic was making my throat hurt more.
"Tripp, you okay dude. You look like death warmed over." Ash asked sitting across from me. I nodded, not trusting my voice not to come out raspy, but even the slight movement of nodding made the room sway. I stood up, grabbed my backpack and started towards the living room.
"Aren't you going to eat anything little man?" Burger called from the kitchen. I was leaning against the wall for support as I pulled on my shoes.
"No thanks, I'm alright." I cleared my throat before calling back, but sadly it still sounded raspy and sick. I swore in my head as all three of the guys came out of the kitchen to see me, leaning against the wall as the room started to spin again.
"Kid, you don't look alright." Derek stated as he started towards me, I felt Goosebumps flare up on my arm again and sweat running down the side of my head.
"I'm fine Derek." I said forcefully, pushing away from the wall a bit too fast because when I took a step, the whole room was spinning fast, I felt my legs give way and I crashed down onto the floor, hearing 'Kid!', "Little man!' and 'Tripp!'. I groaned in pain as I half opened my eyes when a cold hand touched my forehead. Derek was hovering over me like a protective father. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths trying to stop the spinning.
"You're burning up Kid, why didn't you tell us?" Derek asked worried, I pushed his hand away from my head, using the wall I stood up.
"I told you I am fine, I'm 15 I can take care of my self. I always have and I always will." I snapped, taking a step towards the front door, when I started to fall again, but arms caught me under my arms.
"You're not fine Kid; you are going back to bed right now." Derek ordered as he swung me over his shoulder, I pitifully tried to fight back, but I was starting to fall asleep thanks to the pills, so closing my eyes I let myself be carried back to my room and tucked into bed like a little kid. I curled up on my side, opening my eyes slightly to see my necklace glinting in my bedroom's light; I remembered when I got that necklace.
"You don't have to take care of yourself anymore little man; we are here now." Burger told me, I made a 'mhmm' sound.
"Why would you even think that you are alone?" Ash asked confused.
"My father left me, Mom is always on business trips…After a while I guess it just wears you out… You know just thinking about my father makes me remembered when he sent me my necklace on my 13th birthday. Mom was coming home that day from a trip and it arrived in the mail from India…What an odd place right?" I coughed slightly before going on with my story. "The entire note was 'Happy birthday Tripp.' Nothing else, just 3 words, not even 'I love you son' or 'I'm coming home soon'. Just happy freaking birthday." I said feeling anger rise up in me before it fell back down as I started to drift in and out of sleep.
"Well your father is an idiot for leaving you and Beth." Derek said as he picked up my necklace and placed it in my open palm, curling my fingers around the cold metal. "I'm sure that he still loves you Kid, so don't hate him. We will be back to check up on you later. Feel better Tripp." He said as he ushered Ash and Burger out of my room, I looked at the metal necklace a smile snaked its way onto my face, maybe because it did mean my father still cared about me, or maybe it was because finally after a year of bugging Derek, he finally called me by my name, whatever it was it soon faded into the back of my mind as the pills caught up with me and pulled me under a blanket of sleep.